Love is like recovery; hate is like addiction.
The former requires mindful, hard work to practice 24/7/365/unconditionally. . .
But ultimately, is so much more rewarding than the latter – which over time, will eat your soul from the inside out, and irreparably damage those closest to you.
A simple, yet accurate, simile. I will forever be trumping one card over the other, because I think it has become abundantly clear that I will lose myself if I don’t.
I am an open book. Check me out & read my story whenever you please. We’re in this thing together; I’m always going to come back undeterred by whatever…by, whatever is thrown at me. Failure is not an option. Is it possible to will an absolute into existence? Unlikely. Because the truth is, there will be failure along the way. Shit, I fail every day, at numerous tasks — some large, some not so large.
But the ultimate failure is to let all the little failures keep you from knowing ultimate success. ‘Fall down 7 times, stand 8’ – right, but when you stand up that eighth time don’t skulk about like a jabroni who just fell down…jump up and down and run around and practice karate and friendship, for everyone! Seriously. There’s no reason not to. LIVE, dammit!
I dunno, maybe my take on a successful life is one where I get to love everyone, all the time. It’s hard to imagine what could be higher up than that, honestly. Curtis Mayfield sung it best:
“All I wanna do is love ya.”